[ Theme music playing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -There has been a major breakthrough in the hunt for the shooter who has been terrorizing Melbourne for the past two months.

Taskforce Stingray have released an identikit image of the man they believe to be responsible for the killings.

-Currently he goes by the name of Daniel.

If you recognize or know this man, do not approach.

He is armed and dangerous.

[ Knocking ] -Hello!

Housekeeping!

-He is also wanted for questioning over the murder of Toni Moretti... -Oh, ah, don't worry, the room's fine.

I'll tidy up, thank you.

-Okay, I'll come back later.

-For any police assistance, call 0-0-0 immediately.

As I said, he is armed and dangerous.

♪♪ [ Telephones ringing ] -Morning, Nick.

-Morning, Jane.

[ Knocking ] -Hey.

-Hey.

Have you had a response?

-Hundreds.

We've had to add more lines.

-You didn't sound like a man about to resign.

-If the Commissioner wants my resignation, he's gonna have to come and get it.

[ Knocking ] -Ooh, sorry.

The pathologist has finished examining Toni Moretti's body.

Report's coming through right now.

-Okay.

-Do you mind if I take a look?

-Not at all.

-"A fractured hyoid bone and contusion to the neck indicates the cause of death was asphyxiation.

Approximate time of death was 1730 hours" -- We were only 15 minutes away.

-This is the first person he's killed that he knew, so what, he's just changing his MO?

Why would he do that?

-He knows we're closing in.

Hey, the vehicle of interest has been ID'd.

We've got eyes on it now.

♪♪ [ Siren wailing ] ♪♪ -So, how do we know this is our guy?

-Well, the owner of the caravan park said Daniel was living in a white truck.

-There's a lot of white trucks out there.

How do we know it's not just full of frozen food?

-Because the plates are stolen and it's the same make and model.

-It's still not a lock.

-So, if this is our guy, where's his head at?

-He's lost his home base.

Makes him vulnerable.

-Heading east on Princes Freeway.

-Towards the city?

-Okay, I want Traffic Command on the line.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ] -Vehicle 1. five meters, speed, 120 over 80.

♪♪ -Let's see if we can ID the driver.

-We have an unmarked vehicle on that now.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Is that him?

-Inconclusive.

-Stay on him.

See if we can't get a better look with one of the marked cars.

-222's blocked, backing off.

A05 coming up the side.

It looks like him but I can't be sure.

-Let's see if we can get a Locstat update.

♪♪ ♪♪ -It doesn't make sense.

I mean, it's like he's putting on a show, or he wants us to follow him.

-I want all cars to proceed with caution.

He could be armed.

So what's he thinking?

-Well, maybe he's not.

Everything he's done so far has been planned.

This looks reactive.

-Good.

That gives us an advantage.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Taking right exit.

Maintaining pursuit.

-Get out there.

I want our presence on the ground when they catch him.

-Yeah, just keep your distance.

We don't know how he'll react if he's cornered.

-Okay.

-Do we wanna intercept?

-We want to start looking for opportunities.

Quiet street, not many people.

[ Sirens wailing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Keep the sitreps coming.

We're en route.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ] -Get the Bomb Squad to our location.

♪♪ All heads okay units onsite.

♪♪ -Has he said anything?

Has he done anything?

-Nothing, but he hasn't moved.

He's just been sitting in the truck.

-Contain access and move in?

-Go for it.

-On my fix.

-Bearing up.

Maintain firing line.

♪♪ Secure the rear of the vehicle.

♪♪ -Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

-Don't shoot, I'm not -- -Show me your hands!

-Don't shoot, I'm not armed!

-Get out of the vehicle now.

Get out!

Keep those hands up where we can see them!

-Get on the ground.

Come here!

On the ground!

-Put your hands behind your back!

Don't move.

-Take it easy!

♪♪ -It's not him.

-No?

-Who the hell is that?

♪♪ -A guy contacted me on Facebook.

Offered me two grand to take a little drive, end up here.

Two more grand if I got... with you blokes.

-Why?

-I don't know, He just said, "Be here at 6:00."

-He said a specific time?

-He's lured us here.

-Get him out of here right away.

-Get him out of here now!

-Call in the Bomb Squad.

Get away from the trucks!

Call in the Bomb Squad.

-Move!

-Clear the truck!

-Dramatic scenes are unfolding out in the western industrial... -...with a heavy police presence at a location with a man being held... -It's believed the Bomb Squad has been called to the facility and police are urging the public to stay away from the area.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -BD4, IED located.

It's on a timer.

[ Heavy breathing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Beep ] BD4, IED defused.

Confirming threat is disarmed.

Will prepare to remove it now.

-Alright, call emergency services.

Say we've got it under control.

It's been disarmed.

♪♪ [ Alarm blaring ] -Oh...me!

BD4, another timer's counting down.

-We've got another possible IED.

-It may be a separate device nearby.

-Do we have a visual on the device?

[ Beeping ] -Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

-Do you have a visual on the device?

Negative.

It's wireless.

It'll be within 100 meters.

-Clear the area!

Get these civilians out of here now!

We've got another possible IED.

Clear the area!

[ Beeping ] Move, move, move!

Clear the area now!

Move, move, move!

That way!

Get back, get back!

Get back!

-Have you got eyes on a second IED?

-Get away from the dumpster!

-...on a second IED?

-Get away!

♪♪ [ Explosion ] -Jane, Jane!

Secure those people below there!

Make sure nobody's injured!

[ Both groaning ] People out there, secure that vehicle.

-Nick!

Oh, geez.

Tom!

Geez.

Tom?

-Got you, got you, got you.

-Tom?

-We need a medic!

-Medic!

-Tom, I need you to stay awake.

Okay?

-Medic, right here!

-Tom?

Tom, look at me.

Tom, look at me.

Look at me.

There's shrapnel, with an active bleed.

-Okay, swap it over.

-Okay.

Tom.

-I've got this one.

-Okay.

-Hold the pressure.

♪♪ -Hey.

How are you?

-Yeah.

I'm alright.

How's the big guy?

-He's in surgery.

-Still?

-Mmm.

Half a dozen pieces of shrapnel.

It's a miracle he made it here.

-Jane, you should go home.

-No, someone needs to contact his family.

-No, it's already done.

Seriously, go.

I'll call you if I hear anything.

-Okay.

Thanks.

[ Exhales ] Oh.

♪♪ [ Gunshot echoes, Jane shuddering ] ♪♪ [ Cellphone rings ] Zoe?

-I'm sorry to call.

It's... -No, any time.

You know that.

-I just didn't want to be alone.

-Well, that's never a good idea after a panic attack.

-Mmm.

-Oh!

-Are you alright?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

It's been a big day.

Where's Mandy?

-There was a gig on at the Corner Hotel and she really wanted to go.

And I was like, "Go.

You've earnt your time away from me."

She wants us to have a break -- to go away, I mean.

-Go away where?

-Bolivia, mostly.

-Bolivi... [ Exhales ] -She wants us to go to the Dia de los Muertos festival.

-It's the Day -- -It's the Day of the Dead -- I know exactly what it is.

But really?

Now?

Is that a good idea?

-Well, Mum seemed to think that it'd be a good way for us to grieve.

-Right.

-I'll get you a wine.

-♪ Hey now ♪ ♪ Letters burning by my bed for you ♪ ♪ Hey now ♪ ♪ I can feel my instincts here for you ♪ ♪ Hey now ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ You know it is frightening ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ You know it's like lightning ♪ [ Door opens, closes ] ♪ Hey now ♪ -I'm just getting Zoe a blanket.

She told me about the panic attack in the restaurant.

-Oh, yeah, well, we dealt with that pretty well actually, thanks.

Without you.

-I didn't come here to fight.

-Why did you come here, Jane?

-Because Zoe called me, Mandy.

And listen, she told me about this Bolivia trip.

-Yeah, that's gonna be really exciting.

-Yeah, well, I just don't think now's the right time for her to be traipsing off to another country.

-Traipsing?

Can you hear yourself?

There is no right time, Jane.

She needs to grieve.

Really grieve.

Not the stitched-up, repressed grieving you're doing.

-You have no idea about my grief.

-Well, you're not her mother.

She's an adult and she can make her own decisions.

-I've been in Zoe's life for 15 years, taking care of her, Mandy.

I know what she needs.

-We don't want you here, Jane.

-♪ Ooh ♪ [ Door opens, slams ] [ Soft moaning ] ♪♪ [ Groans ] ♪♪ [ Groans ] -Oh, just when I thought... things couldn't get any worse.

-Hey.

How you feeling?

-How do you reckon?

-You look like -- Listen, Tom, what you did for me back there, -No -- no, stop.

You don't have to say it... -Just let me say this -- just let me say this.

Thank you.

-Listen to me.

I want you to go back and pull the team together.

You're in charge of this now.

Okay?

You can get this done.

-I got ya.

♪♪ [ Elevator dings ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Oh!

Didn't realize you were a leopard print kinda girl.

-Oh.

I've done something really stupid.

I was at Zoe's and I ended up going through Mandy's things.

I just don't like the influence she has on Zoe.

-Well, I would have taken more than a notebook.

I think you showed superhuman restraint.

-And now she wants to drag her off to South America.

I'm trying not to let my personal animosity cloud my judgment, but I just don't think it's a good idea.

-What's this?

Amounts of money and is that grams?

Is Mandy dealing drugs?

-Wouldn't surprise me.

Anyway, I'm sure you've got way more important things to worry about than Mandy.

-Well, yes, I'm about to interview your partner's alleged killer.

Do you wanna tune in?

-Yes, I would.

Thank you.

-We wanna talk to you in relation to the murder of Ben Sailor, Mr. Cooper.

-Detective Sergeant, please.

-Mitch Marcovic has made a full and detailed statement in spite of your attempts to silence him.

-Yes, well, Marcovic will say anything to get his next fix.

What'd you promise him?

Methadone with a whisky chaser?

-Marcovic has said that you provided the murder weapon.

He drove you to the home Ben shared with his partner, Jane Halifax, helped you dispose of the car afterwards and then sold the gun.

-And you think a jury is gonna believe a pathological, lying junkie over a copper?

You got nothing.

You got no evidence putting me at the scene.

You got no witnesses, no forensics, nothing.

What's my motive?

There isn't one -- 'cause I wasn't there.

It wasn't me.

♪♪ Is that it?

Is that meant to make me quake with fear?

♪♪ -Why would someone I've never met want me dead?

-I'm looking for points where the two of you might have intersected.

So, he left the academy in the early '90s, did a stint in Armed Robbery.

-Armed Robbery?

When was that?

-2000 to 2004.

-I was brought in to do assessments of the detectives running that squad.

That would have been 2004.

I don't remember Cooper, though.

-He still would have been a junior detective then.

-Well, my findings led to an investigation by the Office for Police Integrity.

-Right -- and armed robbery was disbanded.

-Where did Cooper go after that?

-He was sent to Archives for years and then finally worked his way back into town.

-So he could blame me for derailing his career.

-Forensics have finished processing the truck.

You wanna have a look?

-Yes, I do.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -Well, that's the thing, mate, isn't it?

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Am I clear?

-Yeah, yeah, go through.

-Thanks.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -We're just about done here.

Ready to head off when you are.

-Great.

-Find anything interesting?

-Just this little guy.

And he's not talking.

♪♪ [ Knocking ] -Oh, I think you've got the wrong house.

-This is a warrant to search the premise for drugs of dependence, contrary to the Drugs Act of 19... -Oh... Ah, I know you.

You checked my alibi -- y-you interviewed me.

You work with Jane?

Yes?

Don't you?

♪♪ -Geez, what's going on?

[ Amanda scoffs, laughs ] -Ask Jane.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Stop it.

-A couple of grams.

Just under a trafficable quantity.

-Great, thank you.

♪♪ -Why the hell did you do that?

-I was following up a lead.

-This has nothing to do with Ben!

-Jane, I had to follow up!

-I'm not interested in scoring points over Mandy.

-Okay, there were reasonable grounds to search.

-Yeah, based off evidence that I stole.

-I'm sorry.

I made a judgment call based on the information that was available at... -Yeah, well, you've put me in a terrible...position.

-I've got something from the trucks.

City Roads pass.

The account is under the same name as the truck's registration.

Winston Smith.

-Seriously?

-What?

Oh -- Big Brother, right.

-We scanned the accounts.

This is where Winston's been in the last two weeks.

-And?

-Ah, here's where it gets interesting.

A week ago, he took Exit 22, heading west.

CCTV picked him up at a service station less than a kilometer from Anton Bungert's farm.

-Bungert?

Oh, that's the gun nut you guys -- -Yeah.

Could they know each other?

-Maybe they're shooting buddies?

-Yeah, or it's just a coincidence.

Look, he's been less than a kilometer away from a lot of places.

Let's keep digging.

-Do you trust your government?

-I work for them.

What do you use the 3D printer for?

-I make stuff.

-What sort of stuff?

-Farm tools, machine parts -- anything I bloody like.

-Are you making guns?

-No, I told you, I don't have the software for that.

-What is this here?

-Ah, excuse me.

♪♪ The toy was made with a 3D printer.

-And?

-Every 3D printer has unique striations.

-Like ballistics.

-Exactly.

Furrows, ridges.

It's kind of like a fingerprint.

-What, and this matches Bungert's 3D printer?

-Yep.

-Enough for a warrant?

-You're not coming in.

-Well, as part of your bail conditions, we can search your property at any time.

But we do have a search warrant, Mr. Bungert.

-Oh, yeah, very nice.

Got a nice big red stamp and everything.

-Very funny.

Open the gate, please, sir.

-You know, this is...

This is an infringement of my rights.

-We have reason to believe you're in possession of more firearms.

-Oh, so that just gives you the right to come in here and do whatever you like, does it?

-Open the gate.

♪♪ ♪♪ -You're welcome.

-Mr. Bungert, do you know this man?

-No.

-Oh, you sure?

Why don't you take another look?

-I could stare at it till Christmas.

I still won't know who it is.

-Okay, well, we were here a little while ago and there were a lot of shooters around.

-We'd like to know a little bit more about your mates.

-One mate in particular who might have visited this property last week on Wednesday?

-Leave the jet-ski!

-Mr. Bungert -- -Christ, this is doing my...head in.

-Why have you got the dynamite?

-Oh, I don't know.

What do you reckon?

'Cause I live on a farm.

I clear rocks, blast trunks.

All the papers are there.

It's all up-to-date.

-Mr. Bungert, do you mind if we have a word?

-[ Sighs ] ♪♪ The person that the police are looking for clearly has expertise with weapons.

Now, I understand you're upset, but you can see why they'd wanna talk to you.

-Listen, I don't condone acts of violence perpetrated on innocent bystanders, okay?

I've got values, the same as anyone.

-Mmm.

No, I hear you.

Listen, any chance of a beer?

-You don't look like a beer drinker.

-You'd be surprised.

That's a nice photo.

Is that your Dad?

-Yep.

-Vietnam?

-Sure.

-Were you a close family?

-Close enough.

-And is that you?

-Yeah.

-And who's this?

-It's my brother.

Half-brother.

-Half-brother?

Different mothers?

-Yeah.

-What's his name?

-Jarrod.

-Was Jarrod at Melbourne University in 2009, Mr. Bungert?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Is it possible that Jarrod could be the shooter?

-I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen Jarrod in years.

-But you know him -- is he capable of something like that?

-Doubt it.

-But it's possible?

Did he have any violent tendencies?

-Nah.

Just an ordinary kid.

-Ordinary in what way?

-Just a normal kid.

-Was he bright?

Good at school?

-It isn't him.

-If Jarrod is the shooter, we know that he was within a kilometer of your place last week.

Don't you think it's strange that he didn't drop in?

-You've got a family?

Yeah, so you know what it's like.

Families are complicated.

-It's his brother, I know it.

Not in so many words.

-Well, just because they're related doesn't necessarily give us anything.

-Yeah, but we've got a name.

Jarrod Bungert.

-Okay, hang on.

♪♪ Hey, Kip.

Can you run a name for me?

Ah, Jarrod Bungert.

♪♪ I hope you're right.

♪♪ Listen, if you see Jarrod... -I won't.

-Okay.

-Mr. Bungert, he's killed 11 people.

Maybe think about that.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hello, Anton.

Had some visitors?

-Jesus.

-I thought you didn't like cops.

♪♪ [ Chickens clucking ] -Alright.

I say we just wait for an ID on Jarrod.

If Kip can connect them, then we arrest Bungert and we bring him in, okay?

[ Cellphone rings ] -Sorry, excuse me.

Mandy.

-Nice work!

-This isn't a good time.

-My passport's been seized, thanks to your little drug raid.

-Look, I can't talk about this right now.

-You wanted to sabotage my trip with Zoe.

-Why don't you call me back when you sober up?

-You're vicious.

You act all professional and superior, but you are just -- [ Hangs up ] -Is it you?

The shootings?

♪♪ Is it you?

-I thought you'd understand.

I -- I thought, uh...

I thought we'd be on the same page with this.

-The same page?

What are you talking about?

You didn't say anything to me.

-What would I say?

-I'm your brother.

If you can't talk to me, then who can you talk to?

-Maybe I was trying to protect you.

-Protect me?

From what?

There's cops everywhere, asking me about you.

What about that explosion yesterday?

Was that you?

-I didn't have a choice.

-They said you were here last week.

-Yeah, I needed some ammo.

I'm sorry.

-You're sorry?

What's going on, mate?

What are you doing?

Is it Dad?

Huh?

-No, it's... -I'm sorry.

I didn't know what to do.

I should have been there for ya.

-God... You going all big brother on me now?

Hmm?

-I'm trying to help.

-After all these years?

Now?

-I know it must have been hard.

I know it was different with you.

But I didn't know what to do.

You know what he was like.

He was crazy.

I'm sorry you had to take the brunt of that.

But this can't go on, mate.

This has gotta stop.

You gotta hand yourself in.

This can't go on.

Give me the gun.

-Got him.

Kip's found a photo license on a Jarrod James Bungert and it matches the Photofit.

Let's drag him back in.

[ Gunshots ] That's multiple shots fired.

Get in the car!

Let's go!

♪♪ Police!

Drop your weapons!

We're coming in!

And get on the ground!

♪♪ ♪♪ Over there.

There's a body there.

There's a body there.

Hey, hey, hey!

Back corner.

Gone?

-He's dead.

♪♪ [ Dogs barking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -The Dog Squad's on the scent.

The killer traveled about a kilometer on foot.

There's a road down there that leads to the highway.

-Okay, set up road blocks.

-Yeah, on it.

-Hey, and organize a chopper.

-Yeah.

-His own brother.

-Do you think he came here just to kill him?

-If he thought he betrayed him.

[ Beeping ] [ Monitor beeping steadily ] [ Footsteps approaching ] -Mmm.

-Hey.

-You're not exactly seeing me at my best.

-Well, you were never an oil painting, let's face it.

-Aw, come on, I had my day.

-Not sure what you were trying to prove with all this heroism stuff.

-Mmm, haven't you heard?

Ten foot tall and bulletproof.

So what's the prognosis, Doc?

Am I gonna live?

-Apparently.

-Mmm.

Could I get a TV?

-To watch the news?

You don't need the aggravation.

-No, no, I love watching Mexican soaps.

-Oh, right.

-I got very addicted to them when I was at Quantico.

-Right, okay.

Well, we'll see about that, shall we?

In the meantime, eat your chocolates.

-There's been a major breakthrough in the search for the shooter who's been terrorizing Melbourne.

Police have confirmed the name of the man they're seeking as Jarrod James Bungert.

If anybody has information regarding Jarrod's location, police have asked that they... -Hey.

-Hey -- there's been a development with Cooper.

I'm on my way in.

-Okay.

-You're gonna want to see this.

[ Door opens ] -Let me guess... You've got nothing, and you have to let me go.

[ Beep ] Apology accepted.

-Is this yours?

-I prefer my phones a little dumber than that.

-It's a pretty generous gift.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Sure you do -- you gave this phone to your girlfriend's son.

You told him it was an old one from your work.

And that's true, isn't it?

I mean, it's not from your police work.

This is one of the phones you use as a freelancer.

Shooting people for money?

-I've been polite, very cooperative.

I could have lawyered up, kept my mouth shut, but I've sat down, shot the breeze... -So you've never seen that phone before?

-No, never.

-It's got your prints on it.

-I have nothing else to say.

-Yeah, all the information on the phone had been wiped.

-Bad luck.

-Until it was unwiped.

You know, we lifted two things from that phone.

Jane Halifax's address, and this photo.

♪♪ -Can we turn that off?

♪♪ ♪♪ -You tried to kill me.

-I don't even know who you are.

-Right, so this isn't payback for the Armed Robbery squad?

-Oh, half that squad was crooked.

I was all for wiping the slate clean.

-Didn't help your career, though, did it?

-Nothing to do with the armed robbers.

If my life went -- and it did -- that was all down to me.

That was all my work.

Got no one to blame but myself.

-What makes someone who's been a copper for over a decade suddenly turn gun for hire?

-I wouldn't know.

But hypothetically, I mean, maybe it doesn't have to be that complicated.

Maybe whoever did it just needed the money.

It's nothing personal.

♪♪ What's it gonna take to make this go away?

-We're well past that, don't you think?

You're looking at a long stretch.

Chance to catch up with some of the crims that you put away.

-Surely we can come up with something.

If we put our heads together?

-Depends.

What'll you give us?

-What do you want?

-We want whoever ordered the hit.

-He needed the money?

-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have involved you.

-Well, do you believe him?

That he never met the person that ordered the hit?

-Yeah, it makes sense.

-None of this makes sense.

-I mean, it makes sense that there'd be no direct contact between the principal and the trigger man.

There's a third party, that way they both stay protected.

-It's old school.

You get a phone with one number.

You only communicate by text.

You organize a pick-up point and a drop-off and then they send you the target.

-So Cooper has no idea who he's working for?

-No, but somebody does.

The person who gave him this.

♪♪ -So you trust him not to do a runner?

-Nah.

Like to see him try, though.

-Hey, Vinnie.

-So what's so urgent?

-I'm in the... -Yeah?

Too bad.

-Hang on a sec.

Can I have that?

Yep.

-Why are you calling me down here?

-If they were anywhere nearby -- -That is Vinnie bloody Strano.

-I wanna take off and disappear.

-So do it.

-Well, a move like that needs bankrolling.

-That's not my problem.

-I'm not asking you.

-Sure sounds like it.

-I'm thinking of leaning on whoever commissioned my hit.

-Oh -- only, you don't know who they are.

-No, but you do.

-Mate, you shot the wrong person.

And now you want them to pay you more money?

Right.

-See, if the cops nab me, how long until they connect you to it?

-Is this a threat, is it?

-Nah, I get my money and I'm outta here.

You'll never see me again, alright?

Just tell whoever it is that I want the same again, same place, the locker at the launderette.

-Come on, say it.

It has to be tonight.

-And, uh... it's gotta be tonight.

-Good boy.

-Boom.

Got it.

-Yeah, I'm not sure I'm ready to see who it is.

-Well, don't worry.

Whoever it is might not be stupid enough to take the bait.

-Do you know if Cooper killed anyone else?

-Not that he's admitted to.

-Always fascinates me when cops cross the line.

-I'm just surprised it doesn't happen more often.

-Should I be worried about you?

-About me?

Not me, obviously.

-Obviously.

-But I don't know, I get it.

♪♪ Is that anyone you know?

♪♪ -No.

But I didn't know Cooper either, so... -It'll all be over soon.

-Will it?

Then what?

-I don't know.

You get to go back to your life.

-What's left of it.

♪♪ Can you make out any features?

-No, I can't.

Oh, hang on.

♪♪ Riley, we have a potential suspect entering the laundromat.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Suspect at the locker.

Move in.

♪♪ Police, don't move.

-Stop!

Stop!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop behind me.

Get him!

Don't resist.

Get him up.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Look, if you've come to apologize, Jane, don't even bother, okay?

Getting your mates to come here to stop the trip, it's pretty low.

-It's not about that.

It was a professional hit that killed your father.

They've caught the gunman.

-The guy that shot Dad?

-They've also arrested the person who ordered the hit.

-Are they sure?

-I'm sorry.

-Why?

-I was the target, not Ben.

Mandy ordered the hit.

♪♪ -No.

-I'm so sorry.

-Unbelievable, Jane.

First the trip and now Dad?

This is... -I know it's a shock, Zoe.

I... -Well, I don't believe you.

Can you get out?

-Look, I just don't think you should be alone right now.

-Well, I don't want you here, Jane.

-Okay, well, I'm gonna be at the apartment, so... there's a key -- -Yeah, great.

Thanks.

Get out.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cellphone rings ] ♪♪ -Jarrod.

-Yeah, I guessed you'd figure that one out.

-You killed your brother.

-Yeah.

-Is that why you're calling?

Your conscience troubling you?

-I wanted to hear a friendly voice, that's all.

-Well, I'm not feeling very friendly right now.

-Yeah, well, we're nearly done, so... -What does that mean?

-You'll probably wanna get some shut-eye.

You're gonna need it.

Tomorrow's gonna be a big one.

-Jesus Christ, just talk to me, please.

-It's gonna be a beautiful day.

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